through the depths of doom and decadence, I am Star masked with skin and scalps of gods.

A riddled truth sweeping between the shores of ghosts' hollow cries.

Concealing lock upon lock within the old Serpent's chambers with thunderbolt words,

I am Turning and Becoming in Dying, an endless Dawn unseen by Day.”

I face the West and in adoration I hail the setting Sun

That Falls upon the ramparts of the Watchtower of Death and Dreams

To enter verily into the DEATH's mansion and in might hermitage illumine

The autumnal thorn-path towards Midnight

The labyrinth of crimson dusk

To pass through the entrance of the underworld

And be changed by ordeal

Praise thee, O dying Sun!

Praise thee, O Fallen One!

Hoary as the earthen grave

to which you have come

Wise in your ancient aspect

As thy elder epithet

By relinquishing unto DEATH.

Another ingress beget

Imperator at the Watchtower

Of DEATH and of Dreams

By the Western road towards Great Midnight

The Fallen Star gleams!

Burnishing the skies with crimson and gold

Turning lead black as thy burning wings doth unfold

Enter the Earth, enter the Grave

And hearken now forth towards ancestors mighty and brave

Infernal Lampadiphor

Psychopomp self-slain

With hell-mouth billows

Kindle the forge-fires of Cain

And speak now his name!

And speak now his name!

Noctifer rise!

From the felled corpse self-slain!

In congress at crossed roads

A new form obtained

In casket and tomb

The sepulchral King now ordained

Go forth now as DEATH's wayfarer

Upon the crooked road of bane

Tread the thorn-path towards Great Midnight

To enter Death's fane!

2. Nightbringer - Watchtower of the North: Ascension of the Midnight Sun05:46

“See, there shines a torch amid the graveyard of heaven's assembly,
a spark in the weary pupilla of Oblivion. Awake in the kingdoms of primordial slumber
and steadfastly alight in hollowed space. A burning meteor cast into the waters of the underworld,
as a Fire ripen in Shade and bloomed in Tartarus' mire.”
“See, I am a Secret star drunk on and drenched in the blood of the Dragon's heart,
pulsating within the depths of Eternity.
A black glistening eye that pierces through the borders of Sequence and Form.
For I am the Bringer of Night enthroned at the centre of all Darkness,
luring with of the riddled Light of all lights.”
Praise thee, O Midnight Sun!
Praise thee, O Hidden One!
Towards the Heights within the Depths
Rise and become!
By the left-hand of reaping
And words without breath
Self-crown thee with Night's diadem
Within the Temple of Death
Enshrined in Deep Midnight
DEATH and life the self-same
The candle of wisdom
|Betwixt the black horns of twain
And speak now his name!
And speak now his name!
Ye have become DEATH!
The All-slaying athame
O Lord of Deep Midnight
The Sun of Black Flame!
The crux of the High Sabbath
Night's power untamed
Hail to Thee
Light of that Sun which shineth bright
at Midnight's hour, in the night
of body's senses overturned,
withdrawn in silence of the tomb.
Laid bare beneath the Daimon's glance,
which pierceth sharp as any lance
the centre of my flaming heart.

3. Dødsengel - Watchtower of the East: Horus Sunflesh05:29

He is risen, bornless one.

He is risen, the fiery child.

He is risen, the star of wormwood.

He is risen, the herald of dawn.

He is risen, who avenged his father.

Hi is risen, to conquer.

I lie in submissive adoration before the eastern gate.

The triumphal arch of the sol invictus

As the twilight eclipses the isolation of night

A momentous storm of fire and force shatters the dust of illusory conceptions

as I beheld the self-creation of RA!

THE WILLED BIRTH OF A GOD!

The circumference has created the center.

The all has crowned itself with the point.

As my gaze is fixed, doubt has been conquered

by sight.

4. Dødsengel - Watchtower of the South: Drunk Upon Inmost Fire12:38

I have been given the flesh of the sun to eat, and the milk of the moon to drink.
I have pressed through the long night and been reborn through the realms of dissolution.
As a lone wanderer have I been lost in the unfathomable desert, the wastes of desolation,
and I have won my way.
It is the time of the great reaping.
The great infernal star shines from its peak upon MY earth,
as I claim my destined reward.
For now I am the lover of Ahator, Mistress of inebrity without end.
For now I am the ascending child, draped in the cloak of fire!
My ascent become me, its holy flames tear away my I.
In this DEATH, this moment of moments. In naked splendour as time stands still.
The past seems the life of another. The journey of a fool clad in many colours.
Yet upon this parzival, and those before him have I kindled my fresh leaping fire.
By those I were have I built my temple.
As I aspire with pure intent towards and beyond my starry throne,
the temple of now must become a stone in the foundations of something infinitely greater.
The moment of truth.
The shattering of masks and mirrors.
The rendering of the last veil:
REALITY TREMBLES AS THE CHILD GOD IS DRUNK UPON INMOST FIRE.